He raised his head and reminded loudly: "Everyone, be careful and watch where you step!"
A group of us carried backpacks and headlamps, and I took the lead, holding a long red climbing rope in my hand, and walked deeper into the Lost Soul Forest.
As long as everyone holds on to the rope, no one will be left behind.
Every ten meters I walk, I look back.
Even though it was foggy at night, the red rope was still visible and quite obvious.
If I find that the rope is offset, I immediately adjust the direction to ensure that the rope behind me always looks like a straight line.
If you learn mathematics, physics and chemistry well, you will not be afraid of traveling all over the world.
Although I only got more than ten points in junior high school mathematics, I know a simple truth: "A straight line is the shortest between two points."
after an hour.
"Fengzi, are you sure this is here? What the hell is this place? It's so damn cold."
I said yes, it's right here, and over there are some digging holes I dug.
Because the temperature difference between day and night is large in the plateau area, it is close to minus 10 degrees at night, and the air coming out is white.
I am from Mohe and feel fine, but Douyazai and Xiaoxuan, who were born in the south, stomped their feet from the cold.
I tied up the rope and said, "Stop stamping your feet, it's useless. It won't be cold when you start working later. There must be an ancient tomb in this place, and no one has been here in I don't know how many years."
"Pooh."
Dou Sprouts spat into his hand and said loudly: "Tell me Fengzi! Where to dig it from?"
I looked at the flashlight and said, "Have you seen those two exploration pits? Just dig down from the middle to a depth of four meters. You will definitely be able to see something."
Dou Sprout nodded, ran over and started working without saying a word.
In the middle of the night, there were no ghosts in this deep mountain and old forest, so there was no need to let out wind. Xiaoxuan also took a shovel and joined in. The group of people dug in full swing, and they no longer felt cold on their bodies.
Not long after digging, Liu heard Dou Sprout shouting: "Damn, there is something! Come and take a look!"
"what?"
"I don't know, what is this?"
Dou Sprout squatted down and carefully peeled away the loose soil with his hands, revealing a large, dark-looking jar.
"Don't move! Let me take a look!"
I jumped down from the hole and asked Bean Sprouts to move to the side. I carefully looked at the black jar buried in the soil.
Look from the exposed part.
It is about forty centimeters in diameter, and the mouth of the jar is sealed with ancient wax oil. It has a small mouth, a round belly, and a big belly, like a fat man.
This jar has some Tang Dynasty style, but if you look closely, you can see two obvious spiral patterns on the mouth. The presence of these two spiral patterns indicates that the time is later than the Tang Dynasty, probably during the Song, Liao and Jin periods.
"What kind of jar do you think this is, Fengzi?" Dou Sprout asked me curiously.
I said: "There are only two possibilities, and there is no third possibility. One is an urn, and the other is a money jar. Dig it out and check the weight. If it is heavy, it is a money jar. If it is light, it is ashes.
Can."
"I'll come and see mine!"
Dou Sprout used his hands and feet to quickly dig the jar out of the soil.
"Fuck! It's so heavy! This must be a money jar!"
Bean Sprouts held it in both hands and handed it to me.
When I weighed it, I was afraid it weighed more than thirty kilograms! It was most likely a money jar.
After getting it up, I used a knife to pry open the opening. I held up the flashlight and looked into the jar.
You guessed it right, it was filled with piles of copper coins, filling the jar to the brim!
"When was Yunfeng?" he asked me.
After looking at it, I shook my head and said, "I can't see the head clearly. It's buried in the ground. It's also covered with hard green rust. I can't read a word clearly. But it's definitely not from Xixia. The perforations of the Xixia Qianbian Road are not so neat. The head is not so regular."
If this is a jar from Song, Yuan and Ming Dynasties, we can make a small fortune again!"
The so-called Song, Yuan, and Ming dynasties refer to money jars spanning the Song Dynasty, Yuan Dynasty, and the early Ming Dynasty. This kind of money jar is definitely not as expensive as a pure Xixia pit, but it is still a good thing, because it may contain some of the uprisings of that year.
Special coins minted by the military.
Today, I estimate that the market price of this kind of money jar is about ten thousand yuan per catty. If it is more than thirty kilograms, that is more than three hundred thousand yuan.
